fucked up. I had my dog going instantly at the scent of her. I inhaled a long draw, and let my gaze flicker over her.
Had she fucked a cat man? I don’t know why that thought came to me. I blinked it away, quick. But not quick enough, apparently. Frank elbowed me.
She lifted both eyebrows at me and took me in--to my toes and back up again--just as I did her.
You won’t believe this, but she had on fishnet stockings under her lab coat, which was buttoned. And her shoes weren’t sensible working shoes, either. No nursing flats. She had on some strappy, ankle-wrapped heels. Even had her toenails painted red. From the hem down, she looked like a whore. From there up, she looked like a doctor.
Her hair then was caught in a twist and clipped with a little fringe sticking up. Looked like she’d pulled it up quick. She had on bright red lipstick, too, and that helped me focus on her features. Her face is round, maybe more so because she is overweight, but there was an undeniable beauty in it.
Reaching up, I snugged my tie and straightened it. My sights were narrowed in on her, no question about it. I had a sudden urge to fuck.
I’m a wolf, a man...I’m not apologizing for an instant reaction to a woman that I was attracted to from moment one.
Frank put a hand to my elbow and squeezed with the thought, “Keep it in your pants before you get us killed. What’s wrong with you?”
Amber licked her lips and grinned. She was listening in. “Hood isn’t lost. Is he expecting you?”
Frank volunteered, as he pushed me forward. “He asked us to come.”
Her lips twisted more. “Did he, now? You sure it wasn’t a command?”
We didn’t answer that. Everyone knew how Hood was. He barked. People jumped.
She glanced around. “And he didn’t meet you?”
“Or send anyone else.” I found my tongue. “Seems a little crass to me.”
I hoped Hood was listening. I had things to do, and this meeting was wasting my time. I figured that getting annoyed would help me in the long run.
Amber asked, “Who are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Frank started to stutter an introduction, but I stopped him with a hand. First of all, as the new CEO of Wolf E., I knew sure as shit that she knew who I was. Not a wolf on the planet would have missed that changeover. My picture had been on all the satellite broadcasts.
She was belittling me, relegating me to a nothingness and I didn’t like it. I had never been treated ‘less than,’ and I wasn’t about to start then, I didn’t care if my tongue was wagging or not. The alpha in me rose up, that’s all I can say, the minute I laid eyes on her.
I said, “Listen, bitch, why don’t you run along and tell Hood I’m getting pissed at waiting. I’ve got things to do.”
Now, don’t think bitch is a cut-down. Garou women are bitches, female dogs. It’s an appropriate term to use when you don’t know the girl’s name. I didn’t want to ask, because that put me in the position of a beggar, and I was not that by any means.
She smiled, a little condescendingly. Her tongue rolled out, over her lips, and took its time sliding up under her lip, over the front of her upper teeth. “Listen, you little piss-ant son of a bitch, I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I don’t take orders.”
Frank muttered, “Oh, fuck. Would you two just stop it?” He stepped in front of me and asked, “Where the hell is Hood?”
He didn’t wait for her answer, though, he moved past her. He didn’t look back. I knew he’d sniff out the master and come back. He wasn’t above asking for directions. If she wasn’t giving them, he’d find someone who would.
I, on the other hand, was fucked if I was asking for anything from anyone.
So there we stood. She blocked my path. I wasn’t
Had she fucked a cat man? I don’t know why that thought came to me. I blinked it away, quick. But not quick enough, apparently. Frank elbowed me.
She lifted both eyebrows at me and took me in--to my toes and back up again--just as I did her.
You won’t believe this, but she had on fishnet stockings under her lab coat, which was buttoned. And her shoes weren’t sensible working shoes, either. No nursing flats. She had on some strappy, ankle-wrapped heels. Even had her toenails painted red. From the hem down, she looked like a whore. From there up, she looked like a doctor.
Her hair then was caught in a twist and clipped with a little fringe sticking up. Looked like she’d pulled it up quick. She had on bright red lipstick, too, and that helped me focus on her features. Her face is round, maybe more so because she is overweight, but there was an undeniable beauty in it.
Reaching up, I snugged my tie and straightened it. My sights were narrowed in on her, no question about it. I had a sudden urge to fuck.
I’m a wolf, a man...I’m not apologizing for an instant reaction to a woman that I was attracted to from moment one.
Frank put a hand to my elbow and squeezed with the thought, “Keep it in your pants before you get us killed. What’s wrong with you?”
Amber licked her lips and grinned. She was listening in. “Hood isn’t lost. Is he expecting you?”
Frank volunteered, as he pushed me forward. “He asked us to come.”
Her lips twisted more. “Did he, now? You sure it wasn’t a command?”
We didn’t answer that. Everyone knew how Hood was. He barked. People jumped.
She glanced around. “And he didn’t meet you?”
“Or send anyone else.” I found my tongue. “Seems a little crass to me.”
I hoped Hood was listening. I had things to do, and this meeting was wasting my time. I figured that getting annoyed would help me in the long run.
Amber asked, “Who are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Frank started to stutter an introduction, but I stopped him with a hand. First of all, as the new CEO of Wolf E., I knew sure as shit that she knew who I was. Not a wolf on the planet would have missed that changeover. My picture had been on all the satellite broadcasts.
She was belittling me, relegating me to a nothingness and I didn’t like it. I had never been treated ‘less than,’ and I wasn’t about to start then, I didn’t care if my tongue was wagging or not. The alpha in me rose up, that’s all I can say, the minute I laid eyes on her.
I said, “Listen, bitch, why don’t you run along and tell Hood I’m getting pissed at waiting. I’ve got things to do.”
Now, don’t think bitch is a cut-down. Garou women are bitches, female dogs. It’s an appropriate term to use when you don’t know the girl’s name. I didn’t want to ask, because that put me in the position of a beggar, and I was not that by any means.
She smiled, a little condescendingly. Her tongue rolled out, over her lips, and took its time sliding up under her lip, over the front of her upper teeth. “Listen, you little piss-ant son of a bitch, I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I don’t take orders.”
Frank muttered, “Oh, fuck. Would you two just stop it?” He stepped in front of me and asked, “Where the hell is Hood?”
He didn’t wait for her answer, though, he moved past her. He didn’t look back. I knew he’d sniff out the master and come back. He wasn’t above asking for directions. If she wasn’t giving them, he’d find someone who would.
I, on the other hand, was fucked if I was asking for anything from anyone.
So there we stood. She blocked my path. I wasn’t
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